Taken (one direction fanfic)

"Sydney get your ass down here! NOW!" My mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Coming" I said afraid of what she wanted from me so late at night. When I finally got down the stairs and I slowly walked into the kitchen with my head down.

"Go get me some more vodka" my mom slurred her words obviously drunk. I mumbled an "ok" as I walked back up the stairs and into my very small room. Once I got my shoes on I walked over to my piggy bank to get some money cuz I knew my mom wouldn't give me any and I know what would happen if I even thought about asking her- I'd get beaten within an inch of my life

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Once I was out of the house I didn't waste any time getting to the store. I walked up and down isles in the store for about 10 minutes with no luck of finding the specific brand my mom likes.

I just decided on not getting any and hoping I wouldn't get beat to bad. I walked out of the store saying goodbye to the cashier. As I was walking down the sidewalk I noticed that my footsteps where not the only ones I heard.

My heartbeat started to race as I picked up the pace to get home faster. I was focusing so hard on not letting the other footsteps get any closer that I didn't realize I was home. This is the first time in a long time that I have ever been happy to be home. And I wish I wasn't happy.

As I walked through the front door I heard my mom talking to what sounded like men. I walked into the kitchen to see my mom standing there 5 guys that looked to be about 18. I tried to sneak passed the kitchen door way but I immediately stopped when I heard a Irish accent say " you were right she is pretty and fit" I stopped and looked at the guys standing there and I must say they were hot!

As I'm looking at the people in front of me I can't help but notice the five familiar faces of one direction.

I'm so starstruck that I almost didnt see the one in the back hand my mom a wad of cash and ask "how old is she?" My mom replies with a simple "16" before I can even process what is happening my mom walks up kisses me on the cheek say evilly says "goodluck" in my ear and walks away leaving me standing there with 5 men.

I didn't even have time to react before 2 of the guys jump on my back pinning me to the ground with me on the bottom looking like I'm being arrested. I try to squirm out of their hold but 2 men against 1 girl. I think we all no who loses. I'm laying on the hard wood floor with my face smashed into the floor whilst I feel rope being tied around my wrists and ankles making movement impossible. I whimper as I'm being thrown over a guy with brown hair and a plaid button up shirts shoulder.

I try to squirm again since the others have walked out of the room but he just squeezes my torso tighter making it feel like my ribs are being crushed.

I decide on making myself dead weight and just be carried outside. Once I see the car out front I have a new burst of energy and start fighting.

"A little help here" the guy screams in a deep British accent. After he says this a guys with curly hair comes up and takes my feet while the other takes my arms. And they carry my squirming body to the black van that has no windows. A guy with black hair is standing there with the back door wide open while the two that are carrying me literally through me into the back. My head smashes into the metal flooring and my vision gets all blurry before I black out

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Authors note

I just wanted to say that I have nothing against one direction this is just a story